Chapter 320 90: Broken Idol
The place where Jessica lives cannot be said to be good or bad, it is just an ordinary apartment. The only advantage may be that it is within the control of the Citizen Gang.
Although in their previous conversation, Jessica had a general attitude towards the Citizen Gang and felt that one day they might not be able to sustain it due to financial problems. After all, she had never heard of any local gang that could rely on collecting protection fees and not being involved. People who engage in pornography, gambling and drugs can survive without even doing kidnapping.
Even after charging a protection fee, they really provide full protection.
But now judging from Jessica's actual choices, this citizen gang can still provide people with a good sense of security, otherwise Jessica would not choose to live here.
After delivering her safely to the door, Jessica took out the key and opened the door, then paused, turned around and asked, "Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee?"
Oakley pretended to look at his watch: "No, I have something else to do."
Jessica nodded lightly: "Thank you. I had a great time tonight. Please be safe at night and try not to go to the neighborhoods I mentioned before."
Oakley didn't say much, just agreed, turned around and left.
Jessica had a vague feeling that Oakley was not an ordinary person, but she didn't dare to think about the extraordinary. She thought more that he might be an agent, but she didn't know whether it was an official or Ami agent.
She probably came here to investigate local forces, and she could roughly guess it from the conversation Oakley led.
"Strange. Aren't all the Bonds in the movie lustful?"
Muttering something, she closed the door.
It seems that a one-night fling with Mr. Agent is not possible.
Morelia at night has a touch of the temperament of a big city, with feasting and indulgence. Even the poorest city still has a wealthy class.
And the night is a good time for entertainment for them.
It is also an active time for gang members.
It's just that the activity blocks of the two don't quite overlap.
In a bar controlled by the Michoacán Gang, a drunken drunkard was carried out by two strong men and thrown to the other side of the door.
Some people who were "guarding the corpse" were preparing to go up. When they saw the clothes and appearance of the person who was thrown out, they all showed disappointment and returned to their respective positions to continue leaning against the wall or squatting.
The drunk man who was thrown out seemed to have fallen asleep, with only unconscious movements and murmurs left.
"Brother, what's the matter? Why don't you go search for that person?" The newcomer lit a cigarette for the leader and asked curiously.
"That guy, haha, don't look at him as a puddle of mud. He's actually okay. He'll get up later. And he doesn't have any coins. What can you get?"
"You can't take off those smelly clothes, can you?"
The leading brother glanced at the sloppy guy sitting against the dirty wall opposite the bar, his head hanging down so that his face could not be seen clearly. He was dressed like a tramp and his hair was so long that it was knotted.
You can smell a stench just by looking at it. Even the most unhygienic guy in their gang doesn't dress up in such an exaggerated way.
"You can't grab anything, and you may be spit on by him. It's a waste of energy to beat him. Why do you care about him?"
The newcomer didn’t quite understand: “Then how does he have money to get drunk every day?”
"I don't know. I heard that he knew Hassank and told him to come to the bar to drink and charge it directly to his account."
"So the gains outweigh the losses of engaging this person. We have no money and we know Hassank. Why are we messing with him?"
Hassank is a manager of this bar and a member of the Michoacan Gang. He is considered a big shot to these low-level gangsters.
The newcomer now understood that he was just a homeless man who couldn't even sell drugs.
The only strange thing is that the other person doesn't look like a Latin American, but like an American. It's quite rare for an American to be a homeless person here.
The newcomer thought this. After being paralyzed for a while, the homeless man slowly raised his head, revealing a curly beard and a pair of cloudy-looking eyes.
But overall, it seemed that the other person was not too old, no more than thirty years old, but his slovenly appearance and beard made him look much older.
He stood up unsteadily while holding on to the wall, then unbuttoned his pants and poured a stream of fresh and strong urine beer into the place where he had just been lying.
The impact sound like a flood made the newcomers stunned.
After a while, the homeless man shivered, put away his tools, and walked unsteadily down the alley, holding on to the wall.
People just glanced at the homeless man and stopped paying attention.
The homeless man didn't care about those people and wandered along the alleys, as if walking at random, with no destination at all.
As he walked like this, the people gradually disappeared, until everything around him fell into absolute silence, and he continued walking towards the dark dead end as if he didn't realize it.
Garbage bags, needles, and beer dregs stepped on my feet, but not even a sound came from my feet.
The tramp slowly stopped, his cloudy eyes looking at a scene in the darkness in front of him.
A man with black wings, covering his face, stepped on the chest of a man who had severed his hands and looked like he was screaming and wailing. He looked at the homeless man with interest.
The homeless man touched his pocket, took out a pack of shriveled cigarette boxes, and shook out the last cigarette.
Then he just looked at the torture scene in front of him, slowly lit the cigarette, and puffed away silently.
The lower half of Oakley's face was exposed. He smiled brightly at the homeless man, mouthed the words "please wait", and then continued to complete his masterpiece.
A few minutes later, the person who was stepped on the ground was already dying. He looked at the condescending devil in front of him with desperate eyes. Then, the soles of the shoes continued to expand in front of his eyes...
Click.
The sound is back.
The homeless man could again hear sounds outside his own body filling in from all directions, like air flowing into a vacuum.
Cars are driving, people are shouting, and beer glasses are clinking... This is what humans call the noise of the city.
By chance, the homeless man had finished smoking his cigarette.
He exhaled the last puff of smoke with some reluctance, and his eyes seemed to regain some clarity in the circles under his eyes.
"You are doing useless work."
The Tramp comments on Oakley's behavior.
Oakley shrugged, not angry, but looked at him curiously: "Then may I ask...what is useful work?"
The tramp raised his head, looked at the dark night without stars and moonlight, and shook his head.
"There is never any useful work."
"Evil will exist no matter what, ambition is deeply rooted in the human heart, and human beings are good at deceiving themselves with a bright future. Even if they are extraordinary, they are not exempt from vulgarity. It is better to stand by and watch where human beings will sail the ship of civilization."
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"Perhaps, without extraordinary intervention, human beings can find balance in sin and gain new life."
After hearing what the tramp said, Oakley pursed his lips and nodded in disapproval.
"Oh, compared to what you say, I would rather seize the rudder and decide the course myself."
Oakley took two steps forward, waiting for the homeless man to answer.
"Unless you kill everyone, you can't steer the ship. After killing everyone, the existence of the ship will be meaningless." The tramp looked at this man inexplicably.
Oakley grinned: "Then kill them all, then sink the ship."
The homeless man was sure that this man was a madman.
It's also a joke. He is a madman who has been laughed at for several years. Today, he has the opportunity to think that others are even crazier.
"I learned from a friend that the rise of the Citizen Gang was somewhat unclear. It clearly infringed on the interests of the Morelia Gang and the Michoacán Gang, but no one touched him and he was still living quite well. I think Only Chaofan can have this kind of deterrence, so are you supporting me behind this?”
This is the conclusion Oakley came to after careful consideration. Otherwise, it would be impossible for such a gang to continue.
The tramp shook his head: "I have helped them a little, but I am not the extraordinary person behind the Citizen Gang, but they are indeed using their own methods to make this country better."
"Means? You mean that weak and incompetent compromise?" Oakley shook his head in disappointment, "As an extraordinary person, it took several years to achieve this level. In my opinion, it is just useless."
"He wants to save, you want to destroy." The tramp sighed, the turbidity in his eyes faded, and his back gradually straightened, "The roads are different, and the methods are different. I don't care about your ideas, but if you want to destroy this If the city's order is fragile, I will stop it."
Oakley is worried about what kind of breaking news he should make. If two extraordinary people are fighting, they can fight for the back page.
"Oakley." Oakley said his name, and the wings on his back were gradually covered with black inflammation, spreading all over his body.
"Me? I'm just a sinner."
The homeless man closed and opened his eyes, which were already blood-red.
The bloody wings behind him faintly appeared, but then quickly disappeared.
Oakley raised his eyebrows, not bothering to think about the other party's identity. Among extraordinary people, talk less about seniority and let strength speak for itself.
One black and one red, the two sides exchanged rounds and fought several times in the blink of an eye.
Oakley felt that the other party's power was a little weird. It was obviously not as good as him, but there was a feminine force that invaded his body, as if it was seducing his blood and seemed to be burning.
"Blood manipulation...you are!"
Oakley felt more and more familiar, and suddenly his expression became solemn as if he remembered something, showing shock and disbelief, but what followed in an instant was endless anger.
"No, you are definitely not him! He was my idol! It can't be a weak and decadent waste like you!"
Amid the shouts, the black flames surged, and Oakley attacked the homeless man with a ferocious expression. Even though the homeless man intentionally guided the air combat, many innocent buildings and vehicles were still affected.
The originally quiet neighborhood suddenly became noisy.
The terrified screams of the crowd and the roar of vehicles pierced the night sky.
The homeless man laughed at himself in his resistance: "I didn't expect... I still have fans now."
"Shut up!" Oakley seemed to have broken through the defense, and his attack was like a thunderstorm, without any gaps.
The tramp didn't take it seriously and continued to take time to talk.
"The dark side can never be dispelled. Restriction is the best way. People who try to eliminate the darkness will only fall into darkness faster and become new sins."
"Utopia cannot be built in a black and white world."
"I don't know where your ability comes from, but ask yourself as an ordinary person, would you like to live in a world under the forcible supervision of the extraordinary?"
Oakley finally couldn't stand his noisy anymore and growled.
"You don't understand anything! Your current existence is the greatest blasphemy against who you once were! Captain Jamie!"
Hearing this familiar name, Jamie was slightly startled and was almost hit by Oakley's wings.
"You liked the old me... Then I might as well tell you that that was me who was the best at acting, the most pretentious, and the most disgusting me!"
Jamie also fired the real fire. Oakley could no longer hold back the blood in his body, and a layer of blood mist penetrated his skin in the black flames.
"I can't protect anything like that! I can only watch the great commander being killed and watch the once great country fall apart!"
"America no longer exists, and neither does Captain Jamie."
"The me now is the most real person I am!"
Jamie once spent a year sleeping rough in the Kingdom of Nature, wandering between life and death many times, breaking through his limits, and his abilities have been greatly improved.
Controlling the enemy's blood in attacks like this is a new method he has mastered. Not only that, but the durability and weakness period have been greatly enhanced.
But in the end, he couldn't bear the division of the country, the backstabbing of his father's family, and the disappointment of the people. He came to the country of drug lords disheartenedly and lived drunk, which can be regarded as a kind of escape from reality.
The two stopped talking to each other, and all their moves were dead moves. They slowly rose into the air, away from the buildings on the ground, like dark clouds rolling up in the sky, with streaks of red lightning flashing through them.
Citizen Gang headquarters.
On the rooftop, a woman looked at the battle in the sky and pushed the silent man next to her with her arm, as if she melted into the darkness of the night.
"Carlos, do you know what's going on?"
Carlos stared silently for a while: "One is Jamie, and the other...should be a new super, a bit like the Black Angel."
"Hey, why are you fighting here? Are you going to break up the fight?" Dana sighed.
Yes, Citizen Gang is the masterpiece of brother and sister Dana and Carlos.
After Carlos got an invitation from Hasamu in the Land of Disputes, although he joined the Sword of Damocles organization, the first thing he did was to ask Hasamu to help him go to Ami to pick up his sister Dana and resettle her back. The land of drug lords.
Although they almost grew up in Maicheng, Ami really failed to bring them any sense of belonging. In their memories, they only had pornography, gambling and drugs, which seemed to have nothing to do with their hometown... No, it was actually worse.
Especially after the split, I lost even more identity and was full of confusion.
So after discussion, we finally decided to return to the land of drug lords and our hometown.
Later, in view of the chaos in the country and no one they knew in their hometown, Dana and Carlos found a state capital that did not have the power of the big drug lords, namely Morelia, to establish a citizen gang, hoping to use their own way to and understanding to help this country out of its quagmire.
Because they had no experience in governance, they implemented it cautiously, fearing that if the action was taken, it would bring more serious consequences to the people.
In addition, Carlos has to go to Africa from time to time to participate in organizational operations, so Dana also focuses on stability.
While managing the gang and accumulating experience, you can also learn knowledge and improve yourself.
To break up the fight?
After hearing Dana's words, Carlos fell into thinking.
He has always tried his best to avoid appearing in public, and threats to other gangs are made in private, keeping a low profile.
Prevent the city from attracting the attention of other forces and disrupting their slowly advancing plans.
They come from the bottom of society, so they naturally don't want to cause unreasonable disasters to the people at the bottom.
Carlos thought for a few seconds, finally raised his head, turned around and turned into a falcon, flying towards the two of them.
(End of chapter)